No wonder figs grew in Eden.
Leaves large enough to cover every nakedness,
tincture the summer wind. My fingers cup and lift this
warm child’s small meaning to my lips.
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How many small seconds ticked by as rain stroked awake each bud’s heart? : nice lines. i enjoyed. shan